The night is still young by the time Joseph returns to his room. He swore today's matches were nothing short of torture, leading him to be in a rather sour mood. A few survivors may have gotten harmed just for the sake of relieving his frustrations. Bleeding them out or merely making it difficult for those survivors to make it out unscathed. A bottle of wine, half empty resides next to a wine glass, an inch of that sweet red substance still lingers in the glass. Drinlonh himself into a drunken stupor. The blond merely sips away at it even if it's his third glass, ignoring the way he can tell he's drunk. A knock at his door doesn't go unnoticed and he sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. He attempts to make himself look presentable, sitting up straight and adjusting the cuffs of his sleeeves. "Bienvenue." Knowing it could be his fellow hunters or a certain survivor to seek him out. Joseph leans forward in that red, velvety chair, adorned with intricate designs. His blue eyes dart towards his guest the moment his door shuts behind his visitor. "Entrez ." It's still hard to get used to getting along with survivors when he never cared much for them. "Have you been receiving my letters? You barely respond back lately, thought you died or left me behind to suffer the absence of your presence. " He gestures towards an empty chair nearby, shaking his head at the foolishness of it all. "Forgive me for my current state, I hope all is well for you this evening."